Farewell and adieu to you all

Friends, family, well wishers and most importantly to all the kids who relied on me as a role model. Be strong. I am dying.

To my boys, you kept it real. To my dawgs, you kept it tight. To all the cats out there, you kept it hep.

I am going on a journey, a modern Gilgamesh of sorts. I seek eternal life, to tether myself to this mortal coil indefinitely. If I should fail I want my tombstone to read "He Who Saw the Deep".

To zombie Dave I leave my brains, they will give you cunning. To the neo-nazi's I leave my heart, it is the only thing with enough power to resurrect the fuhrer. To Scott I leave my testicles. If you consume them, for six days and six nights your body will be infirm and sickly, your soul will be wracked with the power of my daemon seed. Should you survive you may consider yourself the master of all things. To Jake I leave my invincible fighting style 'Iron Wang'. It is powered by the amorous glances of a girl with clean virtue.

Let them call me he whose name was writ in scotch.

Are There Any Pants In This Place That Aren’t Ridiculous?

12:04 am, wednesday baby. That's right; i'm nekkid.

You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!"

I worship the porcelain goddess, pain is my communion, Listerine is my denomination. There are two kinds of people in this world, the living and those who can't handle amber ruckus.

There are zen monks who spend a lifetime trying to achieve what we absently reach while freshening our breath. Pain scours away all unnecessary thoughts and wishes, desire become a shadow of a memory.

We've seen Herzog's movie and we know that the world is just meaningless suffering and despair. This is reflected in our day to day actions.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

I feel old, really old. Methuselah is my homeboy, Tiresias and i spend evenings smoking pipes and talking about the good old days. As for Sybyl, lets just say i hit that back when she was slammin'. A friends ex-girlfriend just turned 17 the other day and had a fun but odd party. For the first hour or so her friends of the same age were there and it was like lens that peered four years into the past with young versions of ourselves capering about. One very drunk young girl in particular reminded me of a former class mate, that she was apparently like that all the time only made the resemblance stronger, what's Jess up to? Then at midnight as we were only just sitting down and taking our coats off the young'uns toddled off home while we partied to 5am-ish.

Several odd things happened and at several points I learned me some truths. Truth number the first, Duncan is forgetful and is not to be entrusted with directions. Truth number the second, Chloe is tricksy and evil and not to be allowed to give Duncan directions. Truth number the third, i was overly confident with second hand directions and should not be allowed to wander through a half dozen strangers gardens before accepting we are lost. As for the oddities some are the same as always "where did my Canadian go?" to the less mundane "why am i waking up in Chloe's bed?". Dean and myself agreed to go halves in a bottle of Canadian but we can't decide who drank the bigger half. Part of me finds it hard to believe that on any given night i would drink less than Dean, but i also noticed his poor mixing skills resulting in overly strong drinks in his hands all night. When in doubt as to which drink on the table was mine, i chose the one which was not 50% coke - 50% scotch. And the bed thing is less risque than i just implied and will continue to imply in conversation. When i asked whereabouts a suitable place to crash was the bed was offered and i was very tired from being awake 23 hours and just rolled with it. Duncan kipped on the floor next to the bed and Chloe crashed elsewhere in the house, it was obliging bordering on meekness. I would feel bad if it wasn't the most comfortable bed existence. But i can technically infer that she took me into her bed, and i have never been one to play down a story. Nate is hale and hearty, need to chill on Thursdays. Alby is becoming domesticated. Scott's claim that he would not be there turned out to be a lie.

Speaking of Scott, yes you. Seeing as i am writing this update for your benefit, that painting you did was quite nice. Could be a good present, if only someone had a birthday coming up?

And back to the topic of age, damn i feel old. People who i think of as children are no longer jail bait in the eyes of the law. Erin's sister is about to turn 18, Scotts brother just did and shortly i will no longer be a teenager, no more cussin' in public for me. So now just let me say "FUCK THA POLICE!"